This is a re-post of NO. 72 at Rachel's request. Enjoy the story. There should be a drawing up soon.
I am No. 72. That is my name, and I don't see why you don't like that. That is the name that I was given when I was created, because I was the 72nd experiment. I was created in Wash Town Dec, in building EXP. I was the last stable experiment. I speak in past tense because Kill tells me that that part of my life is behind me now. He also tells me that his name is not Kill. I don't believe him.
I remember No. 73 quite vividly. He was strong, handsome, and destined to be my mate. Until he went crazy. He was having a sunning on the top floor, and I was in the back lab doing water tests. All I remember is seeing the creators and teachers running around and that there was a lot of red light. I did not hear anything because of the water tests. Then the internal bleeding started.
The creators told me that internal bleeding is what happens when I do a water test for too long. My lungs find it impossible to take anymore oxygen out of the water at that point, and I start to internal bleeding. Internal bleeding is what happened when the lights turned red and people were running around. Then the glass burst, and everything was broken. I went to what was the weapons artillery, and I took a revolver, sufficient ammo, and some essentials to live.
I walked out onto green strings, testing if they were hazardous, and I lost my balance. It was too bright out there, blindingly bright. This must be the bad place that the teachers were telling me that I would go to someday to help in a bad thing called wer, or wa er. As I walked down the blackness, I noticed a small building with 72 written on the outside. This must be the place just for me that the teachers said that I would go to in the wa er.
When I went in, many men grabbed me, and there was more running around. I thought this was a training pro, so I fought back. Kill tells me that the Poli thought I was a bad person. Kill is one of the Poli. After a while, the Poli overpowered me because there were too many of them. I was put in a small room that was painted gray, and had bars on the front. Thinking that this was another training, I went through the bars. Kill tells me that I shouldn't have done that.
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